boyutpedia Chapter 92 The Calamity of the Living
Chapter 92 The Calamity of the Living
"Oh, you're up here so quickly?"
The sudden sound made everyone present tense up, instantly adopting a defensive posture, and all eyes turned to the huge office.
squeak-
Under everyone's watchful eyes, the boss's chair, which had its back to the door, slowly turned around.
At that moment, everyone's breath became thick and sticky.
only,
When everyone saw who was sitting in the chair, their minds went blank.
There were no fungal monsters as expected, and no bloodied zombies.
No one expected that the person sitting in that leather seat would be a young man.
Black hair, black eyes, Asian face.
This……
How is that possible?
In this apocalyptic hell filled with spores and walls covered in tumors, a young man was sitting.
Moreover, he had no injuries whatsoever; he was incredibly clean.
This stark visual contrast momentarily paralyzed the fully armed staff at the entrance.
"Are you a survivor?"
The captain did not lower the muzzle of his gun, and his voice came from under his tactical mask, filled with deep doubt.
Although reason told him that it was impossible for an ordinary person to survive in such a high concentration of fungi, the kid's appearance was too deceptive.
Lin Fan raised his eyebrows.
"Survivors? I guess... I guess so."
He leaned back, sinking into the soft leather, and looked at the group with a slight smile.
"Don't you knock before entering other people's offices?"
It seems that the United States needs to strengthen its etiquette education.
His nonchalant demeanor made it seem as if he were the master of the place, while the special forces soldiers were uninvited guests.
"Hands up! Now!"
Seeing that he showed no fear whatsoever, the captain's alarm bells went off.
His intuition told him that this young man might be more dangerous than the monsters downstairs.
The danger didn't come from fangs and claws, but from something else...
It's hard to explain, it stems from the innate intuition of living beings towards each other.
"Don't be so nervous, it's easy to accidentally fire a weapon."
Lin Fan yawned and slowly stood up.
As he moved, the fingers of the special forces soldiers around him instantly tightened on the triggers.
"Let me introduce myself. I don't mean any harm."
Lin Fan spread his hands, a harmless smile on his face.
"I'm just here to deliver a package, and also... check out the results."
Delivering a package?
What the hell?
Everyone was completely confused.
But the next second, one of the team members seemed to remember something, and his pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.
"Captain! That transport plane! The hijacker on the radio said he was here to deliver local specialties!"
As he said this, the man looked at Lin Fan with a somewhat uncertain expression.
"Could it be him?"
boom!
These words were like a bombshell, exploding in everyone's minds.
Hijacker?
How could someone survive such an impact and explosion, and be completely unharmed?
How is that possible?
"Bingo! You got it right, but there's no prize."
However, as if confirming the team member's words, Lin Fan snapped his fingers, and the smile on his lips gradually widened, becoming somewhat sinister.
"Since you've recognized me, there's nothing I can do about it."
"I originally wanted to interact with you all as an ordinary person..."
Before he could finish speaking...
His skin suddenly began to twitch.
A sickening "crunching" sound emanated from his body.
Under the horrified gaze of the Lighthouse Squad, a layer of jet-black scales, gleaming with a metallic sheen, instantly covered Lin Fan's entire body.
The once handsome young man instantly transformed into a demon god clad in black armor.
Those eyes, which were originally clear in black and white, were now nothing but endless black, as if they could even devour light.
"This...this is..."
The captain stared intently at the black scales on Lin Fan's body, and the military videos he had recently watched suddenly flashed through his mind.
Not long ago, their drone captured this footage.
At the Hanrae Camp base, on the streets of Seoul, there was that black monster commanding thousands of zombies and withstanding tank fire...
And at this moment,
The figure in that video perfectly matches the figure in front of me!
"You're a monster from that Korea!!"
The captain roared, his voice filled with disbelief and despair.
How is that possible?
How did this guy end up on American soil?
What are those incompetent idiots in the intelligence department doing?!
"Fire! Fire at full power!!"
Without the captain giving an order, the instinct for survival had already made all the team members pull the trigger.
Da da da da da—!
A burst of gunfire instantly echoed throughout the top-floor office.
Specially made armor-piercing rounds, high-explosive rounds, and even wind blades and lightning released by the two awakened beings all poured towards Lin Fan.
The flames instantly engulfed the black figure.
The air was thick with the smoke of gunpowder.
The entire office was riddled with holes; expensive paintings were smashed to pieces, and leather sofas were reduced to lint.
"Ceasefire!"
The various attacks continued for nearly a minute before the captain, who was leading them, shouted to stop them.
In an instant, all attacks ceased.
Everyone stared intently at the plume of smoke, breathing heavily.
"Is he...dead?"
One of the team members asked tentatively, his voice trembling.
The firepower just now was enough to turn even a real tank into scrap metal.
however.
The smoke dissipated.
The black figure remained standing straight in the same spot.
Even the posture didn't change.
Ding ding ding...
Countless deformed bullets slid off his body and fell to the floor with a crisp sound.
Not even a white mark was left on that layer of black scales.
"this one?"
Lin Fan patted imaginary dust off his shoulders, his tone filled with disappointment.
"Is this how the United States treats its guests?"
"I thought there might be some surprises."
He sighed, looking like he'd gone to a Xibei restaurant and been served a pre-made dish.
insult.
A blatant insult.
"Monster... die!!"
One of the players, whose mentality had collapsed, roared, drew his tactical knife, his muscles bulged, and he activated his full awakening ability, charging forward like a raging bull.
The dagger whistled through the air as it plunged fiercely towards Lin Fan's throat.
when!
Sparks flew everywhere.
The dagger, made of a special alloy, shattered the moment it touched the black scales.
Lin Fan didn't even bother to dodge.
He simply lowered his head slightly, looking at the teammate whose face was flushed and who seemed completely at a loss.
"Too weak."
Lin Fan shook his head.
Then, raise your hand.
Snapped.
He simply waved his hand casually, as if swatting a mosquito.
The next moment, the burly Awakened team member's head spun 360 degrees, and his body collapsed limply to the ground.
They didn't even have time to scream.
Quiet.
A deathly silence.
The remaining team members felt a chill run from the soles of their feet straight to the top of their heads.
A slap?
That's a power-type awakened user!
"Retreat...retreat!!"
Only then did the captain realize that this was an existence they could not possibly contend with!
The two are beings from completely different dimensions!
"Trying to leave?"
Lin Fan tilted his head, a hint of mockery flashing in his dark eyes.
"Since I'm already here, it would seem impolite of me not to leave something behind."
The voice just fell.
His figure vanished into thin air.
next second.
puff!
A player who was retreating suddenly had a large hole appear in his chest, and his heart disappeared.
"Aaaaaah!!"
The next moment, screams echoed throughout the entire floor.
This is not a fight at all.
It was outright massacre.
Moreover, it's the kind of one-sided stomp on noobs.
Lin Fan was like a black lightning bolt, weaving through the crowd.
With every pause, someone inevitably falls.
There are no fancy moves, just pure power and speed.
Simple, direct, and efficient.
Less than ten seconds.
There wasn't a single living person standing in the entire top-floor office anymore.
All that remained were scattered limbs and the overwhelming stench of blood.
Standing amidst the pile of corpses, Lin Fan looked at the horrific scene around him and couldn't help but complain.
"This is such a stomp on noobs!"
Lin Fan kicked away a broken gun at his feet with disdain, his gaze falling on a corpse not far away.
It was the captain's body.
On his helmet, a tactical recorder was still flashing red.
Lin Fan walked over, bent down, and picked up the helmet.
He held the helmet and pointed the camera at his face.
He flashed a bright smile.
"Feed? Feed? Can you hear me?"
Lin Fan patted his helmet, as if he were adjusting the microphone.
……
Meanwhile, in the command center inside the Hexagon.
Everyone froze in place, their eyes wide open like saucers, staring intently at the big screen.
On the screen was a face covered in black scales, laughing hysterically.
Just a few seconds ago.
They witnessed firsthand how this expensively built squad of Awakened Ones was wiped out by the monster like chickens being slaughtered.
That sense of despair was almost palpable, even through the screen.
"It's...it's him..."
Morgan Dong's face turned deathly pale, as if he had seen a ghost.
"That...that one in South Korea..."
"Hi, everyone, good evening."
Lin Fan's voice came through clearly on the screen.
"Although I don't know who you are, I bet your expressions right now are quite interesting."
Lin Fan winked at the camera.
"Those friends were too enthusiastic and insisted on sparring with me. I had no choice but to give them a little sparring."
Smith was so angry that he was trembling and grinding his teeth.
Just a little bit of work?
That's total annihilation!
Annihilated!
"Oh, by the way, let me introduce myself."
Lin Fan's smile faded, and his eyes became somewhat deep and unfathomable.
"My name is Zuzong, and I come from... well, I'd say I'm a peace-loving person."
"I know you're probably thinking right now about how to kill me, or how to dissect me for research."
"Don't rush, don't rush."
Lin Fan held up one finger and waved it in front of the camera.
"This is just the beginning."
"Don't you like researching viruses? Don't you like creating biological weapons?"
Lin Fan pointed out the window.
Although the camera couldn't capture it, everyone seemed to be thinking about something.
"Are you satisfied with this gift?"
"If you're not satisfied, that's okay, I have plenty more."
Lin Fan leaned closer to the camera, his dark pupils seemingly able to penetrate the screen and gaze directly into the soul of everyone.
"Raccoon City is just one place right now, and I'll keep going from here."
"Wash your neck and wait."
"I will go and chat with each of you one by one."
"This is the price for disturbing my sleep!"
"By the way, you can also use nuclear weapons, but you'll have to bear the consequences yourself..."
Done.
A crazy smile curled at the corner of Lin Fan's mouth.
Click!
The screen went black, and the video call was completely cut off.
Inside the command center.
It remained deathly silent.
Only Smith's heavy breathing could be heard, sounding like a broken bellows.
fear.
An unprecedented fear gripped the heart of every high-ranking official from the United States present, like an invisible hand.
Only now did they realize it.
This time.
They didn't mess with any terrorists at all.
Instead, it is a...
A living calamity.